05-25-2015, 10:37 AM
“Be safe, Princess Guu.”
The weight his name carried so far from home astounded him. Of course, back in the Disney Realms, he had expected to be crowded by fans wherever he went, but he had not expected anyone to know who him in the Omniverse. Certainly, his admission of his royal nature came purely from a place of pride, not expecting anyone to actually have stock in his identity.
This girl, though—“Princess Guu of Ambrosia,” she called herself—had recognized him at a glance, and had not known of his kingship. Mickey could not think what he might be famous for otherwise, but this girl had known him nevertheless. Her face had brightened when she saw him… ugh, this is monstrous, he thought to himself, his frustration swelling once again. He had been sitting here for a while, content to blow off some steam and then let himself focus on the game, but seeing her—a little girl—in this competition had renewed his fire tenfold. Once and for all, he made his judgments about Dante’s Abyss: this competition was a monstrosity.
He stood up from the bench that he had taken as his own resting spot and marched out of the common area, down the second hallway to room number fourteen. Swinging open the door, the mouse’s face drooped with disappointment. The producers spent countless amounts of omnilium making everywhere else in this facility lavish and comfortable, except these rooms. He should have expected that, he supposed. A ratty-looking mattress sitting lopsided on a metallic frame comprised the only break from the emptiness of the room, and on top of it sat a small black duffel bag, currently zipped closed. Supplies, the mouse guessed, walking over and unzipping it for a moment, inspecting what he had been given. A couple of ready-made meals, some water, and some things to make sure he didn’t get lost. Just the essentials, it seemed. The mouse sighed—so not only was this game going to be a bloody, bloody fighting competition, but he’d have to struggle just to even survive.
Well, if he planned on besting this game of survival, he needed to rest. It struck the King that he had not slept since leaving Berthe’s home quite a while ago, and so he laid himself down on the bed to rest, content to sleep until the producers of this awful game took them to wherever they would be battling for their lives.
Mickey.
He jolted upright, feeling a strange sensation creeping up his spine. He let out a strained groan as the sensation turned to pain, and he felt a sort of… paralysis washing over him. The King made a valiant attempt to get out of his bed, but thanks to whatever this dark magic was, he simply rolled, heaving loudly, onto the cold floor. The mouse could not for the life of him tell what the heck was happening, though all signs pointed to some kind of seizure—was he going to die before he had even gotten into this goshdarn game?
Someone outside had to hear him, right? Surely any second now, one of the employees of this game would come rushing inside to his aid, trying to figure out what caused this epileptic episode. Just as he realized that no one was going to come, however, the world around him began to glow a curious shade of yellow, and…
…well, Mickey decided very suddenly that he did not want this attack to stop.
The yellow glow blinded him, but he could not help but be taken in by it. Mickey, the voice whispered again, and something told the King that this voice belonged to the boy from before—the silver-haired boy dressed all in black that he had met in the lobby—and he could not turn away from it. Darkness crept in, slowly overtaking the yellow glow until nothing was left of it except a glowing heart off in the distance. Mickey felt a strange power running through his veins, as if the heart fed him its energy.
He knew what this was. It looked… different than he remembered, and he could not figure out how it could have made its way to the Omniverse, but the mouse’s gut told him that he was looking at something truly magical. “…Kingdom Hearts,” he sputtered, lifting up a hand to reach for the entity which hovered just out of reach. Suddenly, blackness enveloped the yellow Kingdom Hearts and his barracks room jolted back into place.
The collar did not seem to like this encounter, as Mickey could feel slight shockwaves pulsing through his body. The King did not have time to comprehend what had just occurred before the static electricity pulsed through him enough to render him unconscious, crumpled on the floor.
Dante’s Abyss was about to begin.
The weight his name carried so far from home astounded him. Of course, back in the Disney Realms, he had expected to be crowded by fans wherever he went, but he had not expected anyone to know who him in the Omniverse. Certainly, his admission of his royal nature came purely from a place of pride, not expecting anyone to actually have stock in his identity.
This girl, though—“Princess Guu of Ambrosia,” she called herself—had recognized him at a glance, and had not known of his kingship. Mickey could not think what he might be famous for otherwise, but this girl had known him nevertheless. Her face had brightened when she saw him… ugh, this is monstrous, he thought to himself, his frustration swelling once again. He had been sitting here for a while, content to blow off some steam and then let himself focus on the game, but seeing her—a little girl—in this competition had renewed his fire tenfold. Once and for all, he made his judgments about Dante’s Abyss: this competition was a monstrosity.
He stood up from the bench that he had taken as his own resting spot and marched out of the common area, down the second hallway to room number fourteen. Swinging open the door, the mouse’s face drooped with disappointment. The producers spent countless amounts of omnilium making everywhere else in this facility lavish and comfortable, except these rooms. He should have expected that, he supposed. A ratty-looking mattress sitting lopsided on a metallic frame comprised the only break from the emptiness of the room, and on top of it sat a small black duffel bag, currently zipped closed. Supplies, the mouse guessed, walking over and unzipping it for a moment, inspecting what he had been given. A couple of ready-made meals, some water, and some things to make sure he didn’t get lost. Just the essentials, it seemed. The mouse sighed—so not only was this game going to be a bloody, bloody fighting competition, but he’d have to struggle just to even survive.
Well, if he planned on besting this game of survival, he needed to rest. It struck the King that he had not slept since leaving Berthe’s home quite a while ago, and so he laid himself down on the bed to rest, content to sleep until the producers of this awful game took them to wherever they would be battling for their lives.
Mickey.
He jolted upright, feeling a strange sensation creeping up his spine. He let out a strained groan as the sensation turned to pain, and he felt a sort of… paralysis washing over him. The King made a valiant attempt to get out of his bed, but thanks to whatever this dark magic was, he simply rolled, heaving loudly, onto the cold floor. The mouse could not for the life of him tell what the heck was happening, though all signs pointed to some kind of seizure—was he going to die before he had even gotten into this goshdarn game?
Someone outside had to hear him, right? Surely any second now, one of the employees of this game would come rushing inside to his aid, trying to figure out what caused this epileptic episode. Just as he realized that no one was going to come, however, the world around him began to glow a curious shade of yellow, and…
…well, Mickey decided very suddenly that he did not want this attack to stop.
The yellow glow blinded him, but he could not help but be taken in by it. Mickey, the voice whispered again, and something told the King that this voice belonged to the boy from before—the silver-haired boy dressed all in black that he had met in the lobby—and he could not turn away from it. Darkness crept in, slowly overtaking the yellow glow until nothing was left of it except a glowing heart off in the distance. Mickey felt a strange power running through his veins, as if the heart fed him its energy.
He knew what this was. It looked… different than he remembered, and he could not figure out how it could have made its way to the Omniverse, but the mouse’s gut told him that he was looking at something truly magical. “…Kingdom Hearts,” he sputtered, lifting up a hand to reach for the entity which hovered just out of reach. Suddenly, blackness enveloped the yellow Kingdom Hearts and his barracks room jolted back into place.
The collar did not seem to like this encounter, as Mickey could feel slight shockwaves pulsing through his body. The King did not have time to comprehend what had just occurred before the static electricity pulsed through him enough to render him unconscious, crumpled on the floor.
Dante’s Abyss was about to begin.
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